I wasn’t in a good mood. I had been called into the theatre by my daughter’s youth group. She’s eighteen! She’s been a bitch (no change there) and she had done a disappearing trick earlier in the day. Like I had nothing else to do!
This guy sitting there commented on how my daughter Kim had been acting and how she had just vanished for a period during the morning. I don’t think he realised I was her mum. I sat there watching Kim. If looks could kill, Kim would have left in a body bag or two! I was pissed, no other way to put it.
After a while, I got up and left. I walked out of the theatre and started walking down the street. I felt like someone was following me. I turned and saw the guy from the theatre and started ranting at him for following me. He tried to cut me off by putting his hand over my mouth, telling me that I looked fantastic and just wanted to say hi.
The next thing I know, he’s kissing me on the lips!! Pushing me back against the building. I have no idea why, but I let him. This is so wrong, I’m married, yet this guy admired me, and is a good kisser. I was getting turned on, what was happening to me? I kissed him back, pushing my tongue into his mouth.
Next thing I know, he’s feeling me up, groping my breasts. Damn, I should have worn a bra, my nipples are so stiff now they will poke through my top for ages. If I had worn one though, would his hands feel like this? His touch sent erotic electrical vibrations through me, making me shiver, and making my pussy wet. What the hell was going on with me? I’m married for God’s sake, I shouldn’t be doing this, I shouldn’t be feeling like this.
His hands left my breasts, I felt the front of my yoga pants being pulled out and then his hand went down and inside my skimpy knickers. Oh God, he’s rubbing my damp pussy. Oh fuck! He just pushed a finger into me, oh god, he’s going to make me cum, I can’t be doing this, I shouldn’t.
I was moaning and panting, bucking against him, wanting him to make me cum. I could feel my orgasm forming. I wanted more. I needed more. Just a few more minutes. What the fuck? He just pulled his hand out of my pants!
“Bastard, I was about to cum,” I told him.
He said something about life being a bitch. But then threw me a lifeline. He told me to come back later and he would finish me off. I would finish myself off at home. But then he’s telling me I can’t cum before I see him later, or, if I cum before then, I can’t see him again.
Why am I even thinking of seeing him again? I’m married. I love my husband. I am however intrigued by this guy. He isn’t the best-looking guy I have seen or the fittest, but there was something about him. I wanted more. No. I needed more.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening trying to work out what to do. Do I cheat and see this guy? Do I stay honest and not go? He was a great kisser, he sent tingles through me when he felt my breasts. He had me wanting more when he shoved his finger in me. My husband hasn’t made me feel like that for a long time.
He pulled his finger out of me, leaving me on edge, and told me I can’t cum, but fuck me, I so want to cum. Do I make myself cum and leave me satisfied? Do I do nothing and stay wanton all afternoon? Fuck. Why is he making me feel like this?
My husband came home, I cooked him his tea. He didn’t notice the conflict in me. I told him he needed to pick Kim up as I was seeing a friend who was going through a hard time. Damn, in that lie, I had already cheated on my husband and I knew I was heading back to meet the guy.
I left home on the pretence of seeing my friend, but parked out of the way near the theatre, then tried to find somewhere I could wait without everyone seeing me, particularly my husband and daughter!
The only problem with my hiding place was, there are two car parks. Only one was in my direction though! I could hear him talking to Kim. Damn, where was that worthless husband of mine, he’s late!
Finally, I hear Kim say that he was here and she would see everyone in the morning. Now, which car park? I nose around the corner, my heart skipping, he’s coming this way.
I stepped out as he came past me, I explain I hadn’t wanted anyone else to see me. He didn’t say anything, just carried on walking toward his car, opened the passenger door for me, then got in and drove to his place. We got out and he let me into the house.
He demanded I strip.
What the fuck? I told him I wasn’t a whore, he just laughed at me, asking if a normal person allowed themselves to be kissed, fondled, and finger fucked on the street by a stranger, then repeated himself telling me to strip. I just froze.
The next thing I know, he is slapping me on the ass! Asking why I had come, and if was I going to do as I was told.
I think I was a bit dumbfounded by his change since that afternoon. He pulled a chair out from his table, then I was laying across his lap and he was telling me to count to ten, why, oh shit ow. “One?” I questioned.
He slapped me again.
“Two?” I again questioned.
We got to ten and he stopped. He had wanted me to count the number of smacks he was giving me. My ass hurt and I told him so. I told him I hadn’t come here for that. he told me he had done it because I wasn’t doing what he was telling me. Weirdly, despite being smacked, I was actually aroused, my pussy was leaking, the juice soaking my knickers.
He kept asking me why I had come, surely, he remembered what he had done to me that afternoon. I told him so. He made me plead for the orgasm that he left me wanting earlier. He again told me to strip. I did, I took off my top and yoga pants and just threw the clothes on the floor. Apparently, that was wrong. I could tell from the way he looked at me, oh, I hadn’t taken my knickers off!
Seemingly he was a neat freak, he made me fold my clothes and stack them.
He told me to follow him up the stairs. to the bedroom? Yes. He then told me to kneel and wait for my next instruction. What the fuck was he on? I did, but only as I thought he would smack me again and my ass was still sore! Also, he seemed to get off on me calling him sir. I still have no idea what his name was! Am I a slut? I’m in a stranger’s house, naked, kneeling, calling him sir!
He told me to undress him. Was he going to fuck me? What was his dick like? I had looked earlier, he had big feet, did that mean he had a big cock? I undid his jeans, I could see the bulge in his jeans, I pulled them down with his underwear. Looking around, I could see a clothes hamper, so I threw his top and underwear in and put his jeans on the chair.
He seemed to like it when I knelt by the door, so, despite wanting to get that cock hard and used on me, I went and knelt. He hadn’t instructed me to do anything else. I waited; how long would I have to wait? How long had I waited? It felt like hours but I could see the clock and knew it was only a few minutes.
He was on the bed and asked me to join him. He asked me what I had learnt today. What the fuck? Was he on a power trip? So, I told him I was a slut that I had already given myself to him and I wanted him to give me an orgasm. I knew it was what he wanted to hear. Was I a slut? I did want him to give me that orgasm.
He was going on about what else I had learnt. Fuck me, what was he wanting? I guessed, based on being smacked by him and said that I needed to obey him or he would punish me and I needed to be tidy, and that he liked me kneeling until he told me to do something.
He said, “You are my slut now, aren’t you?”
If it meant getting that orgasm I would be. He kissed me, so I kissed him back, he was such a good kisser. He pulled away.
What? What had I done? I asked him. He explained that I wouldn’t get an orgasm by kissing him. He asked me what I needed to do to earn one. What? I had to earn it. Argghh, this guy is so frustrating!
I bent over, started to play with and lick his cock, taking it m my mouth. He asked where I wanted him to cum. I haven’t tasted cum in ages, so I told him to cum in my mouth. I didn’t want it all over my body.
Wow, how much cum does this guy produce? I was going to spit but had to swallow due to the amount he produced. Bugger, I missed some. I had some dribbling down my chin, so I scooped it up and licked my finger clean.
He told me he wanted to see my tits. I thought they were a bit on the small side, but he kept telling me how lovely they were. I crawled up and let them dangle over his inviting mouth. Oh my god, I am a slut!
Fuck, his tongue is so nice. He licked my tits, my nipples grew painfully hard. He sucked on them. Nibbled them. Flipped me over onto my back so he could play with them, pinching them (wow! I never knew I liked that), pulling on them (or that!). Fuck, I was so hot for this guy, my pussy was positively gushing!
He put his hand on me and commented on how wet I was, asking if I still wanted that orgasm. Fuck yes, I wanted, no, needed it!
I waited for his cock, but no, I had a finger pushed into me. Boy, did he know what to do with his fingers. FUCK! That’s my clit, it’s so sensitive. Fuck, how many fingers was he pushing into me? He must have two or three in there now. Wow, I haven’t felt so full in a long time.
Fuck, he was making me cum, and he hadn’t put his cock in me. I wanted that cock in me. I needed it in me.
Bastard! He stopped again. I really need to cum, if he won’t do it, I will!
I asked him why he stopped, and he replied asking whether I wanted an orgasm or an orgasm. I wasn’t sure what he meant. I don’t care, just let me have one. I told him the best he can give me.
He pushed two or three fingers, I think it was three, pushing and fucking me with them. I was almost there again and he pulled out, then pushed just one back in. Moving it slowly, way too slowly. I was desperate, I was begging him to give me the orgasm I so desperately wanted and needed.
Shit. He found my G-spot. I think I screamed; I don’t remember. I don’t remember anything. Apparently, I blacked out. Fuck, that’s never happened before. I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.
I went to clean up in his bathroom, then returned, about to climb on the bed, and saw his expression so went and knelt by the door. His expression softened.
I must have cum hard as he asked me what I had done to his sheets, apparently the correct answer was soaked them, so I needed to change them out for him.
I still wanted, no, needed his cock in me, so went to my waiting place kneeling by the door. When he asked what I was waiting for, I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He replied ‘Wouldn’t I be expected back at home?’ Damn, I would, but I told him I still wanted him to fuck me. No such luck. He told me to leave my number and he would let me know when we could see each other again.
He made me get dressed and dropped me back at my car.
What the fuck had happened. I had let a complete stranger dominate me all night. I was fucking married! He spanked me, he finger fucked me, he pinched, pulled, nibbled, bit my nipples. I am a fucking slut!
I got home, crawled into bed next to my husband, and fell asleep, dreaming of him and what he did to me. What would he do to me in the future? Would he want to see me again in the future? Would he call me? Why was I thinking of him? His lips, his cock, the thoughts of that cock inside me. I was dripping juices already. I was a slut!
When would he call me???
Finally, Saturday my phone pinged. It was him. I could feel my pussy getting wet and I hadn’t even read the message! Tonight, no undies seven. Fuck I needed to find an excuse as it was meant to be a family night!
I didn’t reply, I don’t think he expected one, his message was more of a command or demand.
I wore a sports bra that pushed my tits together and yoga pants, but no knickers. It didn’t feel wrong, just exciting.
I got there early, was he home, was he making me wait?
He asked me if I had had a good week, I admitted I had, but had masturbated thinking about the last time we met, admitting I had cum. I was surprised, I had expected him to punish me, but he let me off! Promising I would be punished if I came between visits again (oh god, that meant he wanted to see me again, good. Slut slut slut).
He wanted to know if I was on birth control, yes! He wants to fuck me!
He told me to suck his yummy cock, no hardship there. I took him down my throat, then he pushed me off. He led me back to the bedroom and sat me on his bed, he was rubbing his cock, then lifted the bottom of my sports bra, then shoved his cock between my tits.
I didn’t think I had the cleavage to titty fuck someone, he obviously thought differently! I pushed my tits together to give a bit more pressure to his cock. Looking down, he exploded into my mouth and over my face.
I wanted to clean up, so asked to make sure he was happy with me cleaning up. Afterward, he wanted me naked on the bed- was he finally going to fuck me?
He asked me if I was happy with what he was doing to me, he used the word consent rather than happy. I agreed as long as he would stop if I asked him to. He said he wouldn’t hurt me, just pleasure me.
He blindfolded me, pushed some fingers into me spread my pussy wide, then pushed something in me, I wanted to know what it was, but he shushed me. He massaged my clit, then whatever he had put in me started to vibrate causing me to moan in pleasure. Bugger! Apparently, that was a low setting, he just turned it up on me, I’m vibrating. Oh fuck!
He started playing with my nipples, causing them to pebble. Then ow what the? He clipped something on my nipples. And told me to let him know if they were too tight, ow, fuck, yes, they’re on my nipples. Ok. Not too tight, I would put up with them for a bit, I was actually enjoying the night so far. They must have been linked together as he pulled both together causing me to orgasm. I felt a hand on my clit, then ow, he clamped something there as well and was tightening it causing me to scream.
I felt the vibrations in my pussy change. He got me to roll over and get on all fours and move on the bed. I felt his cock push at my mouth, so I opened it and took his cock in my mouth, he fucked my mouth, and I felt something cold dribble down my ass crack, what the? Then he was rubbing it into my bum hole. I tried to tell him I didn’t want anything in my ass, but my mouth was full of his cock.
Ow. Wow, the clamps on my nipples were attached to the one on my clit! He pulled whatever was joining them, I screamed, feeling colder on my ass, he pushed a finger in, wow, what a feeling, I was panting in desperation now.
I felt his hand on my breast, then he released the clamp, the blood rushing back in made me scream. I felt his finger go back into my ass, then he flicked my clamped nipple causing me to scream again. He took that clamp off, causing me to scream again as the feeling came back. He massaged it for a while, then pushed the finger in my ass even further. I tried to say I didn’t want it, yet I did, but he couldn’t understand me with his cock…
